There had been a noonwraith roaming by your village for a few days now. Everyone had been terrified to leave their homes. You first thought nothing of it when one of your neighbors had seemingly been killed by her fiancé. He was hung to the gallows as punishment once he had been found out. It was incredibly unfortunate and sad, but what else could you do?

However in the afternoon one day while you were out hanging laundry to dry, you saw in the distance a ghoulish looking figure floating around. It was wearing a tattered rotten dress and a flower crown on it's head with a full on missing jaw. You started to panic.

But by the luck of the gods, a man was passing through your village. Not just any man though. He had long white hair. Piercing yellow eyes like the sun. Two swords on his back. Built like a towering brickhouse. A witcher. A monster hunter. You quickly approached him and had downright begged him to rid your poor neighbor, who had become this terrible creature, from your village.

He let out a deep and tired sigh, but reluctantly agreed. It didn't take too long before the witcher gave your unfortunate neighbor mercy, and she was finally set free from her suffering and left the world. The remains of the once wandering neighbor turned noonwraith were nothing but ash and hair now. Once the deed had been done, the hulking witcher returns to you at your little home. He gives you a blank look as if he were expecting something.

You instantly freeze in place. Oh... Oh, no. You were so caught up in worrying about your neighbor, you had forgotten about his payment! You knew little about witchers, but there was one thing everyone knew; they never do their work for free. You wring your hands together nervously and weakly chuckle.